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mornin star of illumination

Posted to Action Poetry

again, she comes
with opal slippers
into my life
not midnight
but i must go
quality time
and black hawk down plans
to make me hide
in dark velvet movie seats
and miss out
on the starry night
of resilience
i crave
with herion addiction need
not all in my head
but pure as the sun's rays
to tan my skin
and add more color

(why do you come when i am goin? must we only glimpse on another as the pages flow? i can wait though, til the time is right. til then my night light, i hide in the sheets, fear stricken without your voice of soothin to caress my quiverin body.)